You may have noticed that Mamarazzi hasn't posted for quite a while. The Mamas of Razzi took a vacation from the land of snarkable stars and realized that we didn't want to go back.
We're ending Mamarazzi for good.
Why oh why would we do such a thing?
It's the celebrities themselves. First of all, who the hell ARE these people? We don't even know anymore. An awful lot of them are reality, um, stars. They're famous because they lose their minds at every little thing that comes along. Puh-lease, we have kids. We see that at home on an hourly basis without ever having to so much as touch the TV remote. Yaaawwwwnnnn.
Secondly, when we started Mamarazzi five years ago, snarking was easy. Celebrities did dopey stuff like jump on Oprah's couch. They wore very expensive, extremely tacky outfits to the beach and to endless meaningless awards shows. They gave their kids ridiculous names like Moxie CrimeFighter, Princess Tiaamii. and Pilot Inspektor. What wasn't to love?
Now, celebrities make much more serious--and terrible--choices. They're addicts; they're violent; they're dying much too young. Even we can't make fun of that.
BUT! We're not disappearing. Please follow us at our individual blogs:
Poppy: The Beauty Boomer
Kristin: It's All Fun & Games
Sarah: Crappe I Learned Today
And we must include our wonderful web designer, Aimee Greeblemonkey, James, and the rest of the crew.
Thanks and lots of love for five great years of joyful snarking.
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